Ca sa nu-si mai fereasca privirea de mine, l-am intrebat, direct (Nu-i asa ca Miriamin este foarte incitanta, poti sa-mi spui, nu sunt gelos pe tine)....Odata cu ultimele cuvinte, in mangiere, am ridicat un pic mai mult fusta lui Miriamin. Nicu s-a lins, lacom pe buze, privind, fix, portiunea dezgolita, si a raspuns ca si-ar dori o asemenea sotie ca nevasta mea. Miriamin s-a mis**t, lasciv, in bratele mele, frecandu-mi cu fundul, pula ce mi se intarise. Si-a infipt, din nou unghiile in ceafa mea,. Touch me. Please. But even as she silently pleaded with him, he suddenly stopped and moved his hands away, pushing her hands down in the process. “Sorry” he said”“Why dear”? she asked as her hand moved farther and farther down until it brushed up against his granite-like hardness thrusting up under his shorts. She didn't move."I am so sorry Amma” his voice shookHer fingers traced his hardness, there was no hiding now."MOTHER," he gasped staring down at his mother touching his throbbing. I didn't really have to, but Jay's cum was dribbling down both of my inner thighs and the "smell" seemed to be getting stronger (though that may have been my imagination)."Not now," he said tersely. "We can stop here on the way out."So I continued down the hall and hesitated outside the closed door. But Jay opened it without knocking (something no one was EVER allowed to do) and I found myself shuffling uncertainly after him.Jay marched right up to Daddy, who was sitting behind the huge desk,. "Can I ask you something?" Yeah." When did you know that you were...a guy." Ever since I was little," Jeff answered. "I would constantly refer tomyself as a boy. I would dress in my dad's clothes and act like I was abusinessman. I would try to play with the boys in the neighborhood. Itwas only my parent's constant yelling at me that forced me to stop beingthat way. I tried to change, but..." Jeff trailed off.Goodness, sounds like me in reverse. I sat back and closed my eyes,coming to a.